Egon Schiele: Trieste Harbour
Portada Cuaderno Maracaibo - Notebook Cover Maracaibo / Solita
In quiet moments do you sometimes feel you are in a mute search for something that’s missing? If so, you are not alone. A great hunger lies across the land. Regardless of age, sex or race, a vague dis-ease-if not outright desperation-pervades. A lot of active seeking with little permanent finding. In our quest most of us chase the rainbows of success, power, prestige or the approval of others. Surely, we reason, what’s just beyond will bring peace and a sense of purpose. But once we have what we thought would do the trick, we find the treasure has eluded us. Regardless of outer pluses too many feel lonely and unloved. Yet we keep on trying to get something from “out there” to still the inner unrest, and we cannot pinpoint what’s amiss.
Dorothy Briggs, Celebrate Yourself
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Summer comes and my excitement kindles like fire
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Perfection exists… so does divinity
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Roraima, Venezuela.
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